Текст песни Hate

Prologue A spirit wandering the nocturnal paths of ones darkest desires A spirit that can not be seen by ones' eye nor touched by ones' skin… Core Emotionless, yet filled with hate as if spawned for that reason, Born to hate, dying to kill… Corupted tough strong enough to break loose from all other spirits… Reigning Forever ones mind… Supreme in excistence, Yet simple in design… Epiloge Raging in flames untill all is devoured… Attacking the feeble, unknowing sheep The great denial of love and peace My misanthropy in its purest form